Pawprints in the Foreign Soil
03-27-2013, 11:23 AM
![[Image: one_eyed_crusade_by_kidrylm_writer-d5yxnla.png]](http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/081/c/e/one_eyed_crusade_by_kidrylm_writer-d5yxnla.png) ~*~ Crusade had to twist her head somewhat, but she glanced back with Mahniya's direction. The she-wolf seemed to be holding up just fine - but then she'd always been a strange one - sweet and always ready to be helpful, but hard to read. Crusade through her an encouraging look and then turned and padded up alongside the southern king. Staying respectfully at his shoulder, she fell into step. Her gaze flitted back and forth from the surroundings to their owner, but her attention was Gerhardt's alone. Until that is, he mentioned the sending off of his youngsters. Crusade called out to them politely. "It was a pleasure meeting you Prince Maverick - and you too little one." The red one -Valko? Valkos?- he'd staid offly quiet. She hadn't scared him or anything, had she? The old she-wolf certainly hoped not. Now well across the border, Crusade took in the Alpha's words on what she might expect within the terra. She understood his intentions perfectly, and thought him to be a most gracious host. His welcoming words about allowing her to join in hunts and such sparked an interest. She'd like nothing better than to make some use of herself with food gathering while she was here. "Is there anything in particular you wish to do first during your visit here?" came the male's final question. Crusade's tail gave a lazy sort of wag. "I look forward to getting to meet the rest of your family,-" was Crusade's prompt answer, "-But, if it's all the same to you, do you think we could see the ocean first? I haven't seen sand and surf in ages." She'd heard that Seracia had more than it's share of ocean vistas, and whether it was her imagination or not - she almost thought she could smell the salt from here. Such an old thrill it gave her. She'd always loved the sea - despite that little hiccup of a memory when she almost been drowned in it. It had been ages since she'd had any vacation at all. And, come to think of it, the last one had ended with her loosing her eye. Not that she had been much put off by it. Her opponent had lost his whole head. Hopefully this southward venture would prove a little less... dangerous. [..E.X.I.T..] ~*~ |